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where: death eaters’ general meeting (where the main lot just found out abt lily) when: sunday, february 25th who: open to student de

Genie was thriving. She’d been tickled pink about the whole thing—-what an excellent plan of Gemma’s, honestly, but who was surprised?���-and had greatly enjoyed being able to cause havoc and run interference last night against those headless chickens that called themselves MA members—-honestly, Genie thought scornfully, McGonagall had been a senile old bat but even she knew how to run an organisation better than these righteous walking temper tantrums—-but she was especially interested in this particular moment: now that the whole group had been informed, Genie’s eyes were roving the amassed crowd, scanning for reactions. Enthusiasm, weakness, discomfort—-anything, because as Wes had always taught her, every little thing you caught was another thing to be able to use and weaponise.

“So,” she said casually, sidling up to someone and flicking two fingers at the person nearest them to scatter so Genie could take their spot, “Who do you think’s going to burst into tears first? My bet’s on the halfbreed—-either, really, they’re practically interchangeable at this point, so desperate, poor things—-though I guess it’s not really their fault that they can’t control their impulses, what with them being less… civilised than us.”

Kian spent most of his time in meetings watching others. How people acted when they’d won. How they acted when they lost. It was all important-- even if they were all on the same side. Know your allies like you know your enemies that is how you survive. However, the ‘mean girls’ where on another level. When you thought you knew them, they’d surprise you. Interesting but particularly annoying to Kian. His gaze met Genie’s and for some reason she picked him as a target-- because what else would she approach him for?.

“You know, Genie,” He laughed, leaning back into the couch arms spread out on the top of it, “no one really cares of people cry or not. But I’ll bite-- I bet it’s the blonde one. Or is it the black haired one...or you know, this desperate thing right here. Halfbreeds and all. Uncivilized bunch we are.” With a shake of his head, Kian let out an exasperated sigh. “I might break down into tears right now because you are being just so mean to me...”

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february 2024.

“ yeah, yeah, mcsomethin’ went swoop and o’nieorilley-oh did a romenia pass. all rather interesting, go blue, “ theodore approached with little regard for the ongoing conversation - quidditch, quidditch, quidditch. that was all these people seemed to talk about. how dull, how typical. he’d cared for quidditch for aproximately ten minutes when he tried and failed to get into the team and thus, it was no longer a valid topic. “ but what the FUCK are we listening to and who’s in charge of this ? whose granny brought this ? did mcgonagall come back from the dead and pick the soundtrack ? “ half of the drink on his cup overflowed with his movement as he swayed around to the self-declared audible disaster. 

“you were real cute up in the stands too, o’mcburkey. real impressive that english move ‘sitting on your ass’ was. so natural.”  He wasn’t too annoyed by the interruption, mostly amused at theodore’s annoyance. With a gentle ease, he plucked the cup from the boy’s hand to save what was left of his drink. “what music? I can’t hear it over your complain’. here--” kian patted the spot next to him. “why don’t you take a load off and chill the fuck out, my guy? what do you say? i’ll even tell you how to swing a beater’s bat if you are nice.”

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cantaloupe, kiwi, raspberry, peach

cantaloupe: what are your parents' names?

To put it bluntly, Kian has no idea and probably has no way of finding out. His answer would simply be ‘Fenrir Greyback’ because that is the only ‘parent’ he’s ever known. However, unknown to him, his parents names are Kian and Dhara Gallagher.

kiwi: what's something that fascinates you?

Kian is very fascinated with the motives of everyone during this ‘whole war thing’. Where one side believes that they are in the right and fight for ‘family’ or ‘the greater good’ and the opposite side says they are doing the same thing. He just finds it really interesting when people decide to fight wars for something other than selfish means or survival -- or those who, alternatively, don’t fight at all. ( How very Ravenclaw of him tbh. )

raspberry: favorite flower?

Tropical flowers. He wears enough of them to claim them as his favorite. Especially pink Frangipani flowers. Not that they grow locally without magic but he’s smart enough to make it happen if he wanted to.

peach: do you have any piercings or tattoos?

He doesn’t have any piercings but he has a lot of tattoos. At least, within the limits of his uniform. Most don’t really mean anything and are just patterns and lines. However, he does have a couple ancient run tattoos and star maps tossed in. ( You can find examples in his pinterest board. )

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Imagine Dragons - Thunder

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❝ He tore the beauty from his face, and called it terror. ❞

AVAN JOGIA? No, that’s actually KIAN GREYBACK. A SEVENTH YEAR student, this RAVENCLAW student is sided with THE DEATH EATERS. HE identifies as CISMAN and is a UNKNOWN ( WEREWOLF ) who is known to be CUNNING, TEMPERAMENTAL, and BRUTAL but also RELIABLE, ADROIT, and ADAPTABLE.

links: pinterest

triggers: child abuse, child abandonment, kidnapping, drugs, alcohol

CHILDHOOD.

!! CHILD ABUSE TW, CHILD ABANDONMENT, KIDNAPPING TW !! The most that Kian can remember about his childhood is abandonment. Perhaps the cruelest thing to him was his parents deciding to carry him for nine months, bring him into this world and leave him for it to devour. –And devour it did.  The story is that his parents just didn’t care– they had lives and he wasn’t a part of them. The most they’d done for him is stuff his pockets with a couple galleons and leave him behind in Knockturn Alley ( because who would go around asking ‘who’s kid is this’ there. )

However, he didn’t have to suffer abandonment for very long. Fenrir Greyback had an eye for those who ‘needed’ a pack and knelt down with a hand offered. It came with a price but what wouldn’t Kian give for a home– a family. Perhaps if he could go back he would have refused that offer…only perhaps.

Fenrir was a cruel man..and that was putting it mildly– but Kian wonders if he’d take his own parents over a monster of a man because at least he’d given him a home. ( Not that home meant comfort but it did, eventually, mean FAMILY. )

His ‘father’ was hard on him. He was pushed to his breaking point again and again. He was taught how to endure cruelty, how to get his vengeance, to bleed but not be weakened by it. The lessons were vicious – but in Kian’s eyes necessary. He adapted well, fought until he couldn’t catch his breath and held up his siblings when it was their turn. Even though he was scared, Kian would approach everything in control– because that’s what he was taught. His ability to look Fenrir in the eyes and say NO earned him the most hated and most favoured spot in ragtag group of his siblings. ( standing up to his father only had a punishment at the end– though it seemed as if Kian had made his own mark with his stubbornness. ) Get knocked down, you get back up and you swing.  !! End TW !!

SCHOOL DAYS.

Kian was sorted into Ravenclaw. A strange house for someone who’d seem more fit for Gryffindor or Slytherin. But it came down to his cleverness and craftmanship that stuck him in with the eagles. He was smart– or rather a smartass – found unconventional solutions to problems and had a cunning way of adapting to even the worst of conditions.

He isn’t very popular with the others in his house or year– a little bit of an outcast because who doesn’t know that GREYBACK is synonym for WEREWOLF. HE tended to be a target for the upperclass peers to dig into when they were feeling bored. Though it ended with someone hexed or cursed or sporting a split lip or broken nose. But such was his life and he wasn’t too bothered by it. –As he grew older and stronger and word got back to those scaredy-cat pureblood parents that it was a Greyback throwing said spell/fist– things quickly quietened down for fear of retaliation from Fenrir. ( Not that the bastard actually cared but it’s the… thought that counts.)

HE doesn’t really spend time in clubs or extracurricular as he feels it’s a waste of time. Besides he has one band of dumbasses he doesn’t need to join any others. However, he did pick up quidditch from an early age and was quite a talented flier. His postion is naturally a beater– though he’s not fond of being led by a weasley.

His grades are above average and had once been considered for the position of prefect because of them but ultimately wasn’t offered it because of the fights he’d been involved with. smart but not friendly nor helpful enough.

OTHER STUFF.

Uhm, he doesn’t believe in all this ‘purebloods are superior’ shit. He’s just mostly here for the fight– at least that’s what he believes his ‘father’ is in it for because Merlin knows they aren’t fucking purebloods no matter how you spin it. There’s no money. No real parents. No hoity-toity clothes. No nose so far up his own ass. – IN fact i think he believes the Purebloods are a disgrace and can’t hold their own and that’s why people like him have to fight their battles. ( He doesn’t really voice this but he definitely thinks it even if it isn’t particularly true— just he’s real dumb? arrogant? idk? about this mess of a war )

He’s actually quite calm??? ( I KNOW?? WHAT?? ) He doesn’t mess with others unless he’s messed with and he tends to keep to himself. Kian isn’t out there being a social butterfly because he really doesn’t fucking care what you do or say or whatever. Life is dumb as hell, in his opinion, and he thinks dealing with his own is enough without someone elses involved. HOWEVER, if he is messed with this boy is gonna throw down. LIke he’s gonna go for the throat because that’s how he was raised. It’s either you or them there is no BOTH.

with that ^ said— he does have friends ( hallo plots ). he can be quite charming if he puts in the effort and perhaps his ‘life sucks, do what u want’ attitude tends to draw in people who may need stress relief from the war or you know normal things like last nights essay.

!! DRUGS TW, ALCOHOL TW !! Kian does smoke. Cigarettes and pot– never been one for anything harder than that. If he really wants to let go he’s out here for a couple rounds of firewhiskey. This is probably to the best way to see his true personality.   !! END TW !!

Loyalty is important to him ( though he isn’t past using it as a toss-around word for the DEs because he just really doesnt give a single fuck about them ). His lays with his siblings– though not biological he is very protective of his sisters but not enough to stand in the way of danger for them ( unless lethal. he will definitely step in ) After all they should know how to survive by now ANYWAYS. ( okay he does step in more often than that ;) a pack is a pack. )

There is some light at the end of the tunnel with him. He is quite funny when he wants to be– he can have a laugh and smile ( no, i mean an actual smile ) but it seems to be reserved for those he can trust and let down that massive guard he has up.

MORE RANDOM THINGS.

Probably would love baseball in the muggle world.

The name Kian was given to him due to that being the first word he spoke to Greyback. ( OR at least that’s what Fenrir believes he said ). Kian would be the name his father had and somehow it had stuck in his mind. ‘Why are you out here all alone?�� ‘Kian.’ SOOOOOOO he has no idea that’s his real father’s name….but yeno I guess you do get some things from your parents ha.

He doesn’t really remember anything about his birth parents. He only remembers Greyback. Greyback is gross and likes to hold things over your head so -- his parents leaving him is something that is usually brought up in order to take kian down a notch-- though it doesnt work how Greyback anticipates.

Doesn’t really have an opinion on being a werewolf other than it’s time consuming and therefor irritating to deal with. Pain is pain. Its an inconvience he wishes he could cure but not one that he’s willing to do whatever it takes to cure it, if u get me.

His favorite food is probably something dumb like mashed potatoes with gravy or roasted chicken with cous cous. – Favorite drink would be something equally simple like apple juice. Basically the palate of a two year old. Meaning he’s also here for things like lollies and popcicles, general summer time sweet treats. Not much for hot drinks like coffee or tea tho..go figure.

He has SEVERAL tattoos…..and  none of them really mean anything? They are mostly just  a series of lines/designs/patterns that he doodles on his parchments and, you know, since Papa Greyback don’t care about anything except himself this boy’s been getting them since summer before sixth year.

Tends to favour clothes that are flowy or breezy. Oranges and reds…blacks and whites mostly when outside of uniform. Doesn’t mind tighter jeans but the shirts gotta be flowy.

He cuts his hair every so often. Like real short then lets it grow out…currently like mid-length and usually pulled up out of his face either in a pony or half-up-half-down.

PRetty damn good at wizard’s chess ( eat your heart out ron weasley! ) and most anything that requires quick-strategy. He’s pretty good at figuring out the other’s intention which leads to a win.

He does draw– not anything too complicated but enough to know he has a mediocre talent in it? ( ie. his tattoos/doodles. )

His favorite classes are probably transfig, charms and probably astronomy. Most hated is herbology, comc, divinations and History or studies of anything.

UMM VERY UNSURE of what he’s gonna do when he graduates?? He doesn’t really have a certain goal for right now but….hopefully he can figure it out before the end of the semester tbh.

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

Best Friends. I SAID IT!!! i know i mentioned lone wolf but listen-- he needs a bestie or two  to fuck things up with or at least someone to treat him like he isn’t just, yeno, a wolf.

‘Bullies’.  This tech could be any blood status but i think, particularly, purebloods would be fun for this. basically when they were younger they picked at him for assorted reasons and eventually told to leave him alone by his parents because of Fenrir Greyback. Probably holds resentment to him because of that. also probably still takes abs at him. --kian being on the edge of chilling and ready to throw a curse at you, some could be fun enemies and/or frenemies at this point.

Hookups. basically fun hookups, angsty hookups, any genders. there isn’t a particular reason just that he likes to hookup -- this is probably something that is just physical. he’s not emotionally available and most likely doesn’t know how to be.

That ONE Person. you know that quote? ‘When is a monster not a monster? oh when you love it.’ I think it’d be nice to have someone that treats him softly-- on equal grounds. Like not scared of him or not here to make fun of him but to be gentle towards him. LIKE YOU KNOW the ones taht are saying ‘well your feelings are important. you are important. you aren’t trash’ ( even tho he is trash sometimes lmao )

Qudditch Buddies. Kian is usually abrassive but when it comes to this sport he is probably the only one in the school with good sportsmanship. he doesn’t care if they win or lose ( he still plays well though he’s not lazyyyy ) he’s just there to have a good time!! I think that’d make him quite likable on the pitch-- probably, as funny as this sounds, a breath of fresh air.

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Avan Jogia in Now Apocalypse (2019 —)

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I am aflame. Around me, everything dies.

Camille Rankine, from “Self-Portrait as Allegory,” published in jubilat (via antagxnized)

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No fighting!

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I overflow like this black night.

Andal, from ‘In The Grove Of My Lord’. From Nacciyar Tirumoli. Translated by Priya Sarukkai Chabria. (via pairedaeza)

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He tore the beauty from his face, and called it terror.

v.c | and he would weep until slumber arrived. (via erebius)

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I think hell is something you carry around with you. Not somewhere you go.

Neil Gaiman, The Sandman. (via wordsnquotes)

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